The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3053 | 2021-02-22 12:26:02 | 67.99 | 98.8% |
2210 | 2020-12-14 09:20:01 | 58.93 | 97% |